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So, sexual-massage—here’s the tea. It’s not just “oh, my shoulders hurt,” nah, it’s full-on sensual vibes, hands slidin’ where the sun don’t shine. Little known fact? Back in the 70s, some shady spas got busted for offerin’ “extras”—cops called it “massage with a happy ending,” ha! Made me laugh so hard I spilled my coffee—fuckin’ IRS can’t audit *that*! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Who even comes up with this?” Probs some perv with too much cash and a stiff—uh, neck.

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After a while, I finally hook a fish! It’s a beauty, too. I’m all pumped, ready to show it off. But just as I’m about to reel it in, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Jón. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market on Aðalstræti!” I’m thinkin’, “Really? I’m kinda busy here!” But then he mentions fresh fish tacos. I’m sold. I let the fish go—sorry, buddy!—and head over.

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